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My name is Peg - I am a 60ish wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend - and if we're not already related or friends, hope to become your friend too.

We live in the eastern end of the beautiful Fraser Valley, about 1.5 hours east of Vancouver, BC. Empty nesters, we have one son living just a few minutes away, our other son and daughter live in Alberta.

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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Wednesday’s Words - Who’s The Boss?

On our drive home from Alberta, through the mountains, we enjoyed all the signs of fall that we were seeing, the snow on the mountain tops, the changing leaves. The sun shone brilliantly giving a glow to all around us.

In the midst of all of this beautiful scenery, we came across cars slowing and stopping at the side o the road – and of course looked to see what everybody was watching.

This pair of elk bucks were just feet away from us locking horns:

It was a magnificent sight, and we were close enough to hear the sounds of the antlers clacking.

Not sure what caught their attention, but suddenly they paused in their contest to gaze at all the on-lookers:

Apparently a traditional male ritual, we felt honored to be able to witness the show. We’ve no idea who won of course, but it was a competition worthy of both.

It got me thinking of the ways that we humans sometimes ‘lock horns’ to see who’s the boss – thankfully we don’t have to actually wrestle out in public for all the world to see. But hopefully when we’re in such a contest, we can take time to ‘count to ten’ and clear our minds so we can see the issues clearly.

1 comment:

I don't know... hang around the mill sometime. If those guys had horns, they'd be locked! And then there would be no lumber. Of course, then there'd be no mill. And the guys wouldn't be locking horns... Hmmm....